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Celestic Town | Noon | (27)
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Celestic Town | Noon | (27)
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His plan worked better than he could have imagined. It took all his effort to contain the fierce outburst of joy that swelled up inside of him at the sight of the Raichu's rampage. The Golbat tribe, still weak despite their numbers, met the electrical charge and their rotting bodies seared and burnt from the force of the electrical discharge that rose up like a solid wall of searing death around the Electric mouse. The bat's desperate last charges were cut painfully short, even the stunted rot filled corpses experiencing a few last jolts of pain as they were speared on the darting whip of metallic strong tail and pumped so full of electricity their last high pitched screams of agony were lost in the sound of their frying organs.
His companion was terrifying, his normally calm face twisted in a brutal snarl of bloodlust as each Golbat's charge is brutally cut short and the headless corpses with cauterized wounds fall limply to the ground.
Sade's pink tongue swipes along the edge of his hard beak with a hunger. Even with their stunted minds and bodies the undead were still capable of feeling pain.
The Sceptile toys with each one as much as he can, inflicting only minor wounds to confuse and weaken, before batting them back to Shaka for the final execution.
The confusing flutter of wings lessens as the ground piles with the fallen bats, the seared electrical burns keeping each one from oozing too much of their foul corrupted blood over the floorboards. Sade had almost forgotten the incredible amount of fun you could have with electricity.
The Sceptile in the white coat suppresses a sigh as the last Golbat is cut down; the carnage was over far too soon for him to be fully satisfied and further more Shaka hasn't shown the kind of vulnerability he can exploit, at least until the heavy black coat of Reaper Cloth is lifted from his shoulders.
Sade's golden eyes gleam to see his hypothesis is correct, the black garment was something important to the Raichu. As the high reflexes of battle instinct relax in absence of an opponent the foolish speck of rotting meat finally decides to pull the cloak from Shaka's shoulders in a doomed attempt to carry the Raichu with it and, to Sade's dark delight, Shaka goes entirely feral with rage. The Electric Type doesn't even notice Sade dogging his steps, the Sceptile's face twisting into a grin of sick pleasure as he followed Shaka down the blood splattered hallway, hopping over corpses with an almost comical gait as he follows close behind the wild-eyed Raichu and the one remaining Golbat still clinging onto the black cloth. A pale grey light streams in through the broken window, rendering the two in a near theatrical tableau as the electric energy pushes Shaka up to the Golbat's height and the bat tumbles, smashing messily against the windowsill before falling to the ground, pinned beneath the feral Raichu who pins its flailing wings and begins to fry it with an electrical discharge strong enough for Sade to feel the edges of its power sweep across him. The bat's purple-blue skin with its elegant engravings soon began to scorch a bloody black as its body bloated, its internal organs swelling as they fried and its muscles convulsing as they were forcibly stimulated. A tiny moan of pleasure escapes Sade's beak at the sight as its high pitched shrieking screams sparks a fierce burst of pleasure inside of him. The Sceptile's long claws twitch as he inwardly imagines it was him dealing out that kind of agony but the high soon ceases as Shaka's electrical attack kills off the bat before bringing it to the peak of its suffering.
The jolt of ecstasy stiffens the grass type's reserve as Shaka reclaims his cloak and for one moment after his rampage appears to be truly at peace.
The glowing tips of a Crush Claw slam into the Raichu's curved spine at the point where Sade judges it to be the most vulnerable and Sade takes a second to savour the look of agony on the Raichu's face before he plunges his clawed hands into his pocket and comes up with one of the sturdy lengths of jungle vine. Already much practised at this the Grass Type swiftly grabs the Raichu's arms and tightly binds them up behind his back before gripping the wire like tail and swiftly looping it around where it cannot do any damage even in the convulsions of pain. The Raichu's legs are tied together as well with the shortest length of the tough fibrous vine being jammed between the Electric Type's teeth before more than a few cries can escape him. Sade's clawed foot rests hard against the Shaka's head forcing it down onto the dusty floorboards where even a powerful discharge of electricity cannot harm him.
The tongue licks along the edge of his horned beak, golden eyes alight with a terrible joy.
"Fun times are about to begin" He says malevolently as he glares down at his prisoner. In a louder voice so it can be heard from outside he adds. "Well that was a close one, eh buddy? I think that they're all gone but let’s explore the basement just to be sure..."
((OOC: Permission to incapacitate Shaka given by Nival via PM))
